Last night we felt the weight of the full moon carving waves in our souls, churning inner turmoil into points of reflection. We indulged in the warmth of the fire we created with our hands, the nourishment of the food we crafted with our hearts, and we grew, and we knew this was a pivotal time, a period in our youth that we would never forget; that has shaped the people we are to become, the relationships we are to have, the paths we are to embark on. This was a night of allowing our inner demons to dance together around the flames, and then put the fire out altogether; and with the dying embers, we laid to rest our strife with a newly forged capacity to love and love and love.
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